Silver Is For Werewolves-BOOK 2 IN THE Garlic Is For Vampires Series-

Chapter 7: Stranger

The next day, things just got worse. Very, very worse.

I came down with a flu-who gets sick when it's still warm out?-and the man appeared again, only outside all of my classes now. I didn't know who he was or what he wanted but I didn't want to deal with him. So I tried walking around him and got lost.

Then before I could lose hope I called Brendon.

"Bree?"

"He's been following me all day," I hissed into my phone. I was hiding behind cars just outside the school in the teacher parking lot. I kept an eye on the windows in the building above me because it felt like someone was watching me. Most likely the man. I was crouched down, hiding behind a large truck. I set my books down on the ground to reach into my backpack to grab my stake. Then I pushed the books into the bag and returned to my phone.

"I think he's human," I said. "But maybe he was one of the few vampires who Dylan have my blood to."

"It was just temporary," Brendon said. "I'm going to get you. Where are you right now?"

"I'm in the teachers' parking lot. I don't know where he is now but I've got a feeling he's looking at me through a building's window that's next to the parking lot."

"Okay," Brendon said. "Listen carefully. Take a picture of the window and zoom in."

I held up my phone and went to the camera. Then I took a photo with a small click and I looked down at the screen. I zoomed in carefully, and I saw the man standing there, looking down at me.

"Bree, what do you see?" Brendon asked.

"He's there," I said.

"Okay. Take another picture." I did so and when I looked at the picture he was gone. "He's not there anymore."

"Good. Now crouch and run to another car. Get under the car and stay there. I'm almost at the university. You'll hear sirens when I'm closer. Stay on the phone, Bree."

"Okay." I pressed the phone against my ear and got onto my knees. I looked over the top of the trunk. The parking lot was still clear of people. I looked across and ran towards the nearest car I saw, which was hidden behind even bigger cars. What was it with teachers and their cars? I got down to my knees and rolled underneath the car, wincing when a strand of hair got caught underneath the truck. I pressed my phone against my ear. "Okay. So do I just wait?"

"Yeah. I'm about to turn the corner. I think I see the gate. Just keep an eye out-"

Something wrapped around my ankle and I screamed. I dug my nails into the gravel underneath me but I was dragged out from underneath the car, scraping the skin on my fingertips and ripping off a nail. I didn't even scream from pain because of that. I was screaming because someone had grabbed me and I couldn't tell who it was until I was thrown against the truck, my cheek smashing into the glass. The right side of my face ached from being slammed into the warm glass. I groaned and squinted. The reflection on the mirror showed a man with different colored eyes. One was a fiery orange red, and the other one was inky black. The only comparison between them was that there were no pupils. We met gazes in the reflection and I was suddenly thrown back again, this time onto the ground.

I didn't have much time to fight the man before he was thrown off of me. The stranger who was following me had the man by the collar. Crazy Eyes was snarling and whipping his head back. His greasy hair covered his eyes now, but when he tilted his head in my direction, I realized he was a vampire. Long before he opened his mouth and flashed his fangs. He whipped his head back to bite the stranger.

"Look out!" I screamed.

"Get the stake!" the stranger yelled at me. He easily picked up the vampire and swung him down onto the ground. "Now!" he shouted.

I crawled back under the truck and grabbed the stake from where I left it. I tossed it to the man who caught it and drove the stake into the vampire's chest. His eyes went wide and blood spurted from his chest around the stake. The stranger drove it deeper into his chest, and then the vampire's back arched. And he was dead.

I heard the police sirens around the corner. I remembered about my phone and ran around the car to look for it. It was sitting next to my bag. I picked up the phone and put it back on my ear. Brendon had hung up.

"Are you alright?" the stranger asked me. I looked up from my phone. He didn't seem at all fazed by stabbing a vampire. He didn't seem surprised that he saw one, or that they existed. But he seemed more concerned about me. I nodded.

"You're bleeding," he pointed out. I glanced down at my blood-covered hand, scraped and one fingernail missing. I didn't pay much attention to it as I continued staring at the man.

"Bree!" Brendon shouted behind me. I turned to look at him. He was running towards me with his gun at his side. He slowed to a stop beside me. I turned and blinked. The man still hadn't disappeared like I thought he would. He looked at Brendon and then at Brendon's gun. Brendon held up his badge.

"I'm with NYPD," he said. "There's no need to be alarmed. Did you-did you help her just right now?"

"With the hybrid?" He jerked his chin to the dead vampire on the ground. "Yeah, staked it."

"Hybrid?" I asked. "Those exist? But how?"

The man looked at me. "Something I did." He lowered his head, and I suddenly recognized where I'd seen that look before. I gasped and I grabbed Brendon's arm for support. The man looked up at me and his face cleared. 

"You're real," I whispered. The man nodded.

"I'm real," he said. And then he turned and walked away. He disappeared behind a car. I took a step forward but stumbled and found myself choking on tears.

"Bree, what's wrong?" Brendon asked.

"He was my father," I croaked.

A/N: Bree found out her father is alive after all these years! *Gasps* I love the way the story is going. Go Papa Cast! And what does he mean about hybrids? What does he have to do with them? O.o

                                            -Redbird